February 2012
84 posts
“Говорете си. Накарай я да говори. А ти е по-добре да помълчиш и да я изслушаш....”
– По жицата | yovko in a nutshell
Words left unspoken are possibly the words that...
“If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...”
– Evelyn Waugh (via misswallflower)
“The air is full of souls.”
– Philo Judaeus (via heartmindspirit)
“However faded the tea-room and the tea-equipage may seem, everything is...”
– Kakuzo, The Book of Tea, 63-4. (via enormousair)
“Give me books, french wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of...”
– John Keats (via seabois)
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”
– Philip K. Dick; I Hope I Shall Arrive Soon (via wordpainting)
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too...”
– Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (via ratak-monodosico)
пролетта
benikki:
сезон на припомняне
как изглежда прането на съседите
и колко е хубаво да си жив
“когато някой се опитва да засегне другиго с фразата “абе ти се имаш за...”
– Фабриката за романи: равносметка
“Понякога дори не говоря. Потапям очи в чинията, чашата, книгата. Забравям какво...”
– Teya Diya: текст по снимка
“Boredom is rage spread thin.”
– Paul Tillich (via eggcrackers)
Mister Chu:
And over and over again….
(via misterchu)
“Имплодирам в гняв, експлодирам в отчаяние. Времето е една обиколка пред мен. Ще...”
– [ TMB ]: Фаровете 2
“I don’t want a future, I want a present. To me this appears of greater value.”
– Robert Walser, The Tanners, trans. Susan Bernofsky (via proustitute)
“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.”
– Kurt Vonnegut (via libraryland)
“The image of myself which I try to create in my own mind in order that I may...”
– W.H. Auden (via misswallflower)
“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then...”
– Karen Marie Moning (via vastpastiche)
“Why am I compelled to write?… Because the world I create in the writing...”
– Gloria Anzaldúa (via modernmalaise)
Lust For Lascaux: A Poet’s Poem If it takes me all... →
A Poet’s Poem If it takes me all day, I will get the word freshened out of this poem
I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second and now it won’t come out. It’s stuck. I’m so frustrated, so I went out to my little porch all covered in snow
and watched the icicles drip, as I…
